Suddenly, Pilar seemed to remember who she was.

She was amid two criminals, one who had murdered a man before her very eyes, the other an arsonist with a knack for setting things ablaze. And then there was her, a self-proclaimed vigilante who fought against that sort of chaos, amid their crime. Her hands shook violently, and suddenly the tiara fell from her grasp, hitting the marble floor with a light clang. Slowly, she backed away, her eyes open wide, watching in horror as the other two seemed to watch her in confusion.

"Ya look a little sick, sheila..."

She did not stick around to answer; Pilar bolted off, her polearm clutched in her hand, her legs protesting at the speed at which she ran. What the hell had she done? Deal or not, she didn't seen a reason to have done this as opposed to anything else. God damn it, she was stupid. She might as well turn herself in now, as her life was likely ruined as it was.

From behind her, she could hear the junkers yelling, whether at her or the police force that likely had the building surrounded, she did not know. But as she flew down the hall from where they entered, the corpse right at the end, the light that flooded from outside was suddenly obscured by several shadows. Shit. Her path outside was obstructed, and she took a sharp left, down a smaller corridor, but hopefully one she could hide in until they passed her over.

"Pιlαr, cαɴ yoυ нeαr мe? Are yoυ ѕαғe?" Nestling herself in between a filing cabinet of sorts, and a decorated pillar that likely served as a support for the structure, Pilar raised her arm to her lips, her breathing heavy as a trickle of sweat ran down her face.

"For the time being," she wheezed, her dark eyes watching closely, ears listening for footsteps that might approach.

"Tнe вυιldιɴɢ ιѕ ѕυrroυɴded; I cαɴ тry вreαĸιɴɢ ιɴ, вυт ιт woυld ɢιve υѕ вoтн αwαy."

Pilar sighed, her free hand coming to a rest on her brow, her eyes closing. "I know...I'll figure something out." The situation seemed to be growing worse by the minute; from outside her hiding spot, she could hear heavy footfalls walking down the corridor in her direction. Her hands clenched around Relampago, and her heart raced. She had no idea where the junkers had gone, nor whether or not they'd entered police custody, but she was certain, she'd hear it if it happened.

Half hidden in the shadows, Pilar watched the police walk by, speaking in hushed, rapid Spanish, their weapons pointing straight ahead of them, watching, waiting, for who it was they were after. No doubt they searched for Pilar; she was more than certain that they had seen her fleeing, and though she wore black, which concealed her nicely in the darkness, if she was not careful, her arm would give her position away.

"I can't believe I've done this to myself," she hissed quietly to herself, running her hand over her brow once again. "Pilar, you are the biggest idiot-" Hearing a cough somewhere nearby had her shutting up immediately, and tiptoeing quietly to the doorway, she poked her head outside, watching to see if the coast was clear. It appeared as though the men had rounded a corner on the opposite side of the hall, and quickly she slipped out, slithering down the hall in the opposite direction of where they had gone, or so she thought. Though she heard no one, she was still on edge; her hands shook, her jaw clenched tightly together, and while no one that she could see was behind her, she had the lingering feeling of being followed. Damn it, why had she been so stupid?

Seeing light at the end of the hall, no doubt showing her the way out, her heart leapt with hope of an escape, and she quickened her pace, nearly there.

"-Pιlαr?!" The voice emanated from her arm, loud and jarring. She'd forgotten that the speaker was at it's fullest volume, and hearing voices from behind her, she sprinted, her features panicked.

"You gave my position away!" she huffed into the speaker as she rounded a corner. "They're coming after me, now."

"Tυrɴ oɴ yoυr нoɴιɴɢ вeαcoɴ, I wιll coмe тo yoυ," he replied quickly, and though Pilar did as he said, as she rounded the last corner, she happened upon four, very large, very armed policemen, and every single one of their weapons were aimed at her. Instantly, she flipped the switch, aiming her palm at the floor between them, launching a banderilla straight into the ground. They stared for all but a moment, and Pilar was running off in the direction she came, just as a jolt of electricity stunned them, giving her chance to make her escape. She knew not where the hall she ran led, but she could only hope it would give her enough time to outrun the others and for Trueno to come to her rescue.

However, she came to a screeching halt as she hit a dead end. Her hands hit the wall, as though searching for a secret passageway out of the bank, and yet there were none to be seen. Hearing yells come from the end of the hall, she could only pray that Trueno would be there soon, but as the four policemen showed themselves, looking rather sore, but ultimately, still dangerous. From her back, she retrieved Relampago, holding it before her in a protective manner, fear obvious in her dark eyes.

"Put the weapon down." She was unsure as to who it was that spoke; all four of them had their faces covered, but as she shook, refusing to lower her weapon, they drew nearer, their guns aimed ominously at her. But perhaps she could stall, just long enough...

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

Not even Pilar could tell where his voice came from, but she knew whatever was coming was likely to be dangerous and involve and explosion or two. Clearly, the police were not pleased; they shouted, cursed, and turned on their heel to keep themselves protected, yet over their shouts, Pilar could hear the roar of an engine of some sort, the rolling of a tire over tile, and the crackling of what sounded like a bomb ready to explode.

"Shit."

Suddenly, from her right, the wall came crashing in as a bull tore clear through, sliding to a halt before Pilar, his head facing the policemen, a shield erupting from the center of his brow, protecting them from the tire that came directly into view, landing right in the center of the four before exploding with a boom that would have deafened Pilar, had Trueno not been there, and had she not covered her ears.

Curling up, hoping to avoid the dust, Pilar's eyes were closed tightly, hearing nothing but the groans of those who managed to survive the explosion. Trueno shook his head, the shield dissipating, turning to help her onto her feet. Hand outstretching to wrap around his horn, she pulled herself up, but not before retrieving Relampago from where it had fallen, strapping it across her back.

"Where do we-" No sooner than she spoke, than Junkrat came bounding from the adjacent hall, sliding clear into the wall as he struggled not to stick his pegleg into a corpse. From behind him, Roadhog came grunting, and both were looking rather ragged, though still covered from head to do in the loot they had stolen.

"We're surrounded, sheila," Junkrat managed, having stepped on a man mistakenly. "But we gotta way out, ya with us?"

She watched him as he wrenched his pegleg out of the corpse, and her hand rested on Trueno's side as she nibbled on her lower lip. What choice did she really have? Had she refused, she'd be arrested...if she went with...

"Let's get the hell out of here then," Pilar finally said, tugging on Trueno. "The sooner, the better."